Knights of Favonius headquarters, Acting Grand Master's Office.
The burning candles swayed on the ceiling chandelier, casting bright yellow light throughout the room. The shadows cast by those sitting and standing alike looked rather dark.
Documents were piled high on the Acting Grand Master's desk, their long shadows falling across Jean's soft legs in her tight white trousers, as though covering them with a translucent black filter.
It was easy to imagine how busy she was, most likely still because of the Wind Disaster.
"Acting Grand Master Jean, we've found a way to save Stormterror," Lumine said, a smile appearing on her fair face.
Jean closed the document she had just finished annotating, looking slightly surprised. She had not expected a breakthrough so soon.
She set down her quill and reached her fair hands to the sides of her thighs, gently massaging them with her fingers to ease the numbness from sitting for so long as she said:
"Traveler, please tell me more."
"Hehe, let me tell her! Let me!" Dressed in white, Paimon eagerly spoke before Lumine could open her mouth.
"..." Lumine pressed a hand against her dress-covered waist and gave her a helpless look. "All right, go ahead..."
"Here's what happened. After we left the Knights of Favonius this morning, we met a bard... um, this guy here." Paimon's wandering gaze settled on Venti as she spoke.
"A poet?" Jean rested her elbows on the desk, supporting her chin with her fair fingers interlaced, a hint of puzzlement in her eyes.
What sort of poet would know a way to save Stormterror?
"...Then Venti said he could use the Holy Lyre der Himmel to summon Stormterror, so we went to the cathedral to borrow it from the sisters... then we found out the Fatui had their eyes